The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The paper is damp. I can feel the humidity of the cellar seeping into the fibers, a slow rot that mirrors the state of my affairs. It is November 14th, 1912, and I am writing this to you, Judge Halloway, because I am the only one who might yet save us from the precipice. The wind has been tearing at the ivy on the east wall for three days, and I have heard the fence posts on the north boundary...

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